January 2011
168 posts
Reblog if you're staying in tonight.
Sadly, yes, I am.
December 2010
75 posts
Saying Goodbye to 2010
This year hasn’t exactly been a good one. Of course, there were some funny moments along the way, but a lot of my trip through 2010 was a grueling trek through forests inhabited by angry bears I had to fight off instead of an easy-breezey Sunday drive. Regardless, I’ve learned and grown all the while, which is the most important part. So as way of saying goodbye to this...
Saying Goodbye to 2010
This year hasn’t exactly been a good one. Of course, there were some funny moments along the way, but a lot of my trip through 2010 was a grueling trek through forests inhabited by angry bears I had to fight off instead of an easy-breezey Sunday drive. Regardless, I’ve learned and grown all the while, which is the most important part. So as way of saying goodbye to this...
...and the rest of Christmas...
and lots of snow :D
What I've gotten for Christmas so far...
…and a one of a kind, hand-painted portrait of Francois by Manda Panda.
That’s Francois.
Who is that? Ralph’s brother?
– my dad, in reference to Ginny in the half-blood prince
gifs, gifs, gifs, gi-gifs
and for @Taylahtay
Why I hate being single in...
Person: “So, who you gonna kiss under the mistletoe?”
Me: “Oh, actually, I’m single so…yeah.”
Person: “So, who you gonna kiss at midnight on new years?”
Me: “Yeah, I’m uh, still single so…”
Person: “So, who’s gonna be your Valentine?”
Me: ”I’M FUCKING SINGLE! GET IT INTO YOUR FUCKING HEAD! I’M GOING TO GROW OLD ALONE EXCEPT FOR MY PLETHORA OF CATS!”
To the guy I see everyday...
…who looks like a tall version of Rupert Grint:
(Yep, just like him, except super tall.)
Statistically speaking, if I were to compare the amount of times I see other random strangers per day versus the number of times I see you, I’m fairly confident that there would be a significant difference.
The independent variable in this situation is the type of person being seen (either you...
R.L. Stine…. That’s that gal that wrote the Harry Potters, right?
– My Dad